From another life...

I thought this was new ground I'm on. I thought I hadn't been here before.

But I think I have. The walls are painted differently, instead of carpet wooden boards now cover the floor. But it is the same place.

The same old building, with dark rooms and big sturdy pillars. This is defenately the place. The place where I was first confronted with my own irrationality, where I was forced into believing in my own disposibility and replacebility.

And now, here I am again...